But one day in July, a man swaddled in a comical, padded suit swayed slowly down a ladder, and hopped onto a soft land of grey dust and gently rolling hills. He was brilliant, courageous, skillful, and above all humble, carrying naturally the mantle of his achievement.

As he shuffled about, transmitted in ghostly gray images to televisions around the world, through gray dust againts grey mountains, he transformed a light in our sky into a _place._ Hills and dales and meadows of soft gray dust, where, if you wore that silly padded suit and golden- faced helmet, you could hop across the landscape like a kangaroo.

"God," the saying goes, "isn't making any more real estate." But with one small step, one giant leap, Neil Armstrong did. He transformed a light in the sky into a place.

I know how much this means to you in particular, with your fiervent (huh. was wondering whether to write 'fierce' or 'fervent' so this is what came out. Not quite spiffy enough for a coinage,though) belief in the power of science, and as a skiffer from way back. That's one man who will live on unforgotten.*hug*